Till

Till - Jane Morgan

Till

The moon deserts the sky

Till all the seas run dry

Till then I'll worship you

Till

The tropic sun grows cold

Till this young world grows old

My darling I'll adore you

You

Are my reason to live

All I own I would give

Just to have you adore me

Till

The rivers flow upstream

Till lovers cease to dream

Till then I'm yours

Be mine